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I have never been nothing; jesper, any - Dracarys - 01-31-2020 DRACARYS I have never been nothing. I am the blood of a dragon. @[Jesper] RE: I have never been nothing; jesper, any - Leilan - 02-04-2020 We got older and I should have known that I’d feel colder when I walk alone Jesper - the only one besides perhaps Brennen, that he knew he could safely ask about shifting. At least, maybe he could ask Ruinam, he might not hold it against him, but their relationship just wasn’t as old and strong as Leilan was with his brother-in-name or his adopted-great-uncle-grandfather-like-what’sitcalled-family. The choice is as easy as it is simple and limited, and so, the scaled roan swims north. He notices the changes immediately; his icy scales no longer seem to protect him against any ice that is colder; but as soon as he thinks about needing his old scales back, they’re there, underneath the ice. Happy with this solution, he loses concentration and therefore the scales mid-swim; and so, if one looked really closely, he supposes he looks quite ridiculous. At the very least no-one greets him from above or behind, and as he shakes most of the icy water from his body, the frosted hybrid concludes that at least the water still has little effect on him. Planting his hooves in the snow and ice of the likewise-named Isle with years of expertise, he makes a short, but quick round, hoping to catch the fox-shifter halfway through his own Isle-guarding service. He doesn’t; another figure shows up before him - she has something about her - ah, dragon wings. Lovely. His shifting needs improvement and it doesn’t; he knows the eyes by now. He’s used to them seeing more, used to the color changes - and with a blink they’re different; a greyish blue where his normal brown competes with the icy blue he had not long ago, although he cannot see that for himself. Now, when he approaches the girl, he is intrigued by the blues. She reminds him of the daughter he so thoughtlessly created with the blue mare; Friesian from his side, but slimmer through the anglo-arabian hybrid mother. But the visitor is older, and he doesn’t remember doing it twice. ”You’re not mine.” he says by ways of greeting her, coming to a standstill only after making a full circle, inspecting her. But she could have been. What else than Castile’s lineage though, could create more dragonlings? He settles with a knowing grin before the mare; his icy scales and lighter, but changing eye color the only thing currently marking his own draconic lineage, he wonders what she makes of him. She probably didn’t even know he was here first - wasn’t she in for a surprise, then. Leilan no. 7 | ice forged in fire @[Dracarys] RE: I have never been nothing; jesper, any - Jesla - 02-07-2020 Jesla couldn't attribute experience to explain her new comfort level with greeting visitors. Let's face it: Icicle Isle is not high on a horse's list of destinations. Hardly anyone came knocking on their doorstep so, when someone did, you can bet that she took notice. Her mother prefers to mingle among the other residents. She stays behind the scenes though, things ran smoothly. Her father never stopped to rest. He is always on patrol, always on guard. Jesla rather liked that no one else had tasked themself with being the official greeter. She felt purposeful and, rose to the occasion.
The almost-mature mostly-black mare steps into a light canter. Her feathered ebony limbs churn beneath her barrel as she follows the new fragrance, that reached her nose, to the southern corner. Ink-dyed tresses of her tail ripple above her hocks, trailing behind her. Her poll holds her chiseled head above her withers with a curious and interested expression upon her features. A few strides closer, Jesla picks up another scent though this one is familiar. Leilan. In true juvenile fashion, a wave of jealousy strikes the blanket appaloosa. She charges forth with more fervor as she fumes over the fact that the scaly bronc beat her to the punch. She would have to chide him about that. Maybe later. Her mint green gaze falls upon the newcomer. The bearer of the unfamiliar scent resembles a dragon. Why would a dragon-type be here, in the cold? Didn't they prefer lush tropical lairs and fire? Jesla continues her charge - though her ears are neither pinned nor is her head low - until the last minute. @[Leilan] has finished circling the she-dragon and, makes a brief quip as the spotted mare's hooves slide across the melted top soil. Summer just barely reached the Isle but, the squishy layer is a welcome relief to constantly stepping on ice. Once Jesla has stopped sliding, she adjusts her stance so that her limbs are aligned more comfortably. After all, this is her home. Why wouldn't she be comfortable? Mint gaze studies the she-dragon carefully. Of course, her eyes are drawn first to the set of pointed wings which drape down her well-fed sides (everyone seems well fed when compared to the Isle residents). Jesla notes that this mare is a blanket appaloosa too, though, white hairs intersperse with the navy ones to form patches of lighter and darker blue. Her legs possess white stockings that reach the same height on all four. Her mane and tail are snow white with strands of silver. Lastly, Jesla's mint gaze levels with the silvery blue eyes of the stranger. She offers a welcoming smile before she acknowledges Leilan with a dip of her poll. She watches the pair for a moment more before offering her introduction. "Welcome, traveller. I am Jesla. What brings you this far north?" @[Dracarys] RE: I have never been nothing; jesper, any - Dracarys - 02-13-2020 DRACARYS I have never been nothing. I am the blood of a dragon. @[Leilan] @[Jesla] RE: I have never been nothing; jesper, any - Leilan - 02-23-2020 We got older and I should have known that I’d feel colder when I walk alone She’s a funny little thing, this clearly-not-his-line little dragongirl; an anomaly really. She smells thick of Loess, or perhaps of the Loessian king who is probably her relative. She doesn’t respond to his little comment - so meaningless and so meaningful - like most would; scoffing something about how he is obviously not related to her, nor telling him he should keep track of his offspring...instead, she wonders if it’s a good or a bad thing. ”You tell me. Can you handle all this ice after being pampered there in Loess?” he asks her. He doesn’t really expect a serious answer; the young Lady is approaching. Turning his ears back to her first, then his colour-changing eyes, he awaits the official greetings with some sort of dismissive impatience. He’s not here to welcome any visitors diplomatically, he’s here visiting himself, technically. ”How’s the new living space, Jesla?” he wonders. Did it still stand or would it need reinforcements? It’s like visiting your mother’s old house, and it hadn’t moved since birth - still feels like coming home on some days, but on other days, when staying too long you feel like running away. And yet, it seems that old habits die hard, and he can fall in line to take care of the Isle that was once his (still kinda feels that way sometimes, when Jesper’s not around as a reminder), to guard it against ill-willed invaders. This Loessian girl though… she might be something else. The bluish girl claims she wasn’t sure she came to the right place, which unfortunately gets her a chuckle from the ice dragon. ”You missed out on the cold and the snow of this island somehow? Or was that not obvious enough?” He tilts his head, a mischievous gleam now accompanied by a blue-and-green mix of his eyes. ”I’m sure you’re welcome to stay and watch the Northern Lights. Maybe they’ll help you find out where you are. Who knows, perhaps you belong here more than in the south?” He shakes his crest to rearrange his golden mane. ”Leilan. Say hi to Cas for me when you get back. After all, this was his home once.” Though strictly speaking, perhaps the fire dragon never really thought of it as a former home, it’s not like Leilan to leave the opportunity to give his southern-bound friend a little bit of a message. Leilan no. 7 | ice forged in fire @[Dracarys] RE: I have never been nothing; jesper, any - Jesla - 03-04-2020 Dracarys returns her smile with a soft one of her own and, almost immediately, the slight tension in her jaw eases. The mint-spotted mare settles into her position before the blue and white newcomer and, the ice-dragon male. Her left hind hoof tilts so that its toe digs into the slightly thawed soil. Velvet-lined lobes catch the blue lady's Thank you and then, both of their gazes shift to Leilan. He offers two comments. The first is directed at the older mare and, the second at her.
Before she can reply, Dracarys introduces herself. Loess? This is the first visit from another kingdom, ponders Jesla. Dad had mentioned that it is proper diplomacy to visit other kingdoms from time-to-time or, during leadership changes. She wonders if a change of reins is the reason for the she-dragon's visit though, she would hold off just yet. Besides, Leilan has it under control. He name-drops 'Cas', his use of a nickname and his tone are warm with familiarity. (Unless of course the nickname is derogatory in someway.) And yet, Leilan's words are icy cold with distrust. Her father had mentioned that Castile rules the Southern kingdom and so, Jesla put two-and-two together. The mint-spotted maiden studies the exchange between the two dragons with curiosity. Leilan is so crass but effective. Dracarys certainly speaks with an eloquently trained tongue and, mannerisms to match. She may not be as subtle as Jesla's sire but, she credits his vulpine traits. Actions speak louder than words, her mother would say. At this point, there is a pause long enough for her to interject. Jesla addresses the mare first, as she is a guest whereas Leilan never really left. "There is only one Icicle Isle and, I have no doubt, now that you are here, you know you have made it. There is certainly no mistaking another land for this one." Jesla speaks in a light-hearted tone and, offers a soft chuckle here. The mint-spotted blanket appaloosa addresses the frosted male dragon next. "I cannot thank you enough for getting me out of my parents' hair. Really, Leilan, you are a life-saver. And, you have a real talent in architecture." Switching gears, Jesla asks the blue roan, in a more somber tone than before, "Tell me, Dracarys, what are your objectives on this friendly visit? As Leilan suggests, we are happy to show you around. The northern lights will certainly make your trip worthwhile. I would love to spend more time with you. I would love to learn more about Loess, actually. I have never been to the mainland though, my father has told me stories." Jesla most definitely is Jesper's daughter: loquacious to a fault, polite and proper though, ever curious and, never afraid to ask questions. Bronze-tipped lobes seem to be stuck facing forward as they focus on the she-dragon and await her response with the utmost curiosity. Would the winged mare be forthcoming? Or, would she play coy? @[Leilan] @[Dracarys] |